"Mournfor him, allyou who [live] aroundhim, Even allof you who knowhis name;Say,'Howhas the mightyscepterbeen broken,A staffof splendor!'
For You shall breakthe yokeof their burdenand the staffon their shoulders,The rodof their oppressor,as at the battleof Midian.
"Howshatteredit is! [How] they have wailed!HowMoabhas turnedhis back--he is ashamed!So Moabwill becomea laughingstockand an objectof terrorto allaroundhim."
For the fieldsof Heshbonhave withered,the vinesof Sibmah[as well]; The lordsof the nationshave trampleddownits choiceclustersWhich reachedas faras Jazer[and] wanderedto the deserts;Its tendrilsspreadthemselves out [and] passedoverthe sea.
Woeto Assyria,the rodof My angerAnd the staffin whose handsis My indignation,
The LORDwill stretchforthYour strongscepterfrom Zion,[saying], "Rulein the midstof Your enemies."
Which used to strikethe peoplesin furywith unceasingstrokes,Which subduedthe nationsin angerwith unrestrainedpersecution.
